Harry (Max) Marcus Sandler (MORDECHAI TZVI HIRSH)

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Harry, known as Max, was born on April 9th, 1914 in Benoni.  Max's father was Abe Sandler and his mother was Ella Weinraub.  His paternal grandparents were Aaron Sandler and Sarah. He had two brothers and two sisters, named The Colonel, Norman, Square and Frieda.  He was the second oldest of the five children.  He died from cancer at the age of 50 on October 27th, 1964 in Durban.  He was buried at the Stellawood Cemetery.¹ 

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• General Notes

  NATAL DAILY NEWS 28/10/64
  By Reg Sweet
  
  Max Sandler, whom I shall always think of as "the sportsman's sportsman," died last night; and around the playing fields of Durban, and in the Natal, there is now a sadness which time can hardly hope to heal.
  With a fortitude which was near incredible, he bore a long and tragic illness with the type of bravery for which men in other spheres are festooned with medals.  He was a scholar of distinction, a schoolmaster loved by the thousands of young men who passed through his hands at Glenwood High, and a sportsman of the rarest versatility.
  At hockey, he earned the highest honours: selection for South .Africa.  At rugger, as a fly-half for Collegians before the war, his fame as a goalkicker was almost a legend.  As a forceful batsman, he was reputed once to have hit a century in Durban senior cricket in less than three-quarters of an hour.
  
  Two days before his death, he went to Kingsmead to watch Roy MeLean hit his remarkable century against Transvaal; and he ,walked for the last time out of the old ground with a smile which told that he had witnessed a sight that he would cherish.
  
  Max Sandler had a capacity for work which few could comprehend. He had a pellucid brain and a fleeting pen which would combine to solve the daily cryptic crossword in 14 minutes, while others laboured with the opening clues.
  As a writer and broadcaster, in both languages, he was known and respected throughout the country.
  And his sense of humour, even at the end, did not desert him for a moment.
  
  He told a story; once, which rather summed it up.  A Latin scholar of wide accomplishment, he told his pupils one occasion  that he regarded Caesar as the greatest man in history. He substantiated his arguments, and pointed to a student. "And who would you say," he asked, "was the greatest man in history?" "Elvis Presley, sir."Max stifled his smile.  "Come here," he commanded.  "And bend over."He gave the culprit a sharp one with the "persuader". Then a second. "Right," said Max,grinning now. "That's for your Elvis Presley - and while you're about it, one for Tommy Steele as well!"
  
  Outside of the classroom, he coached students practically every day of his academic life.  Languages, maths, arithmetic, they all flowed from a nimble mind.
  And on scores of occasions, when he knew of difficult domestic circumstances, he gave those lessons out of the kindness of his heart with not a thought to personal reward.
  Grantland Rice penned his memorable lines long years ago. They are as true of Max Sandler today as they were when he put aside his bat and rugger boots and hockey stick for the last time in a sporting career of proud achievement.
  For when the One Great Scorer comes To write against your name, He marks-not that you won or lost - But how you played the game.
  

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